One overgrown demon towers over a horde of blood-stained beasts
One overgrown demon towers over a horde of blood-stained beasts
Darkness spawns terrible creatures of slaughter
The simple Bretonnian farmers have 'beaten their pruning hooks into spears' to defend the homeland
The woodlands are known for magical elves
A thicket of branches morphs into a mass of razor sharp spears
Cold-frosted spears march through the blizzard night
Veteran warriors of the Brimstone Clan reliably answer the call of duty
The timeless desert sand releases her minions
Filthy peasants draw their bows toward the charging energy
Distant shrieks are approaching on the cold, menacing wind